"No, madame; but we don't usually talk when we're playing whist."
"Mon Dieu! if one must never say a word—— Ah! Monsieur Batonnin, that is too cruel! Don't you remember my signal?"
"I beg your pardon, madame; but no man is required to do the impossible."
"I don't understand proverbs."
"That means," observed the count, with a laugh, "that monsieur has no club."
"That makes no difference; his game was to play one."
"Let us put our cards on the table, and play that way; it will be simpler," interposed Monsieur Clairval.
"I had thutht ath lief; I played that way onth, a three-handed game with a dummy."
"Monsieur de Raincy, I might justly complain, as well as madame; but I see that this is an evening of absent-mindedness."
"Why, what did I do wrong. I don't thee——"